it's cold when there is no snow, but people still go outI did.the sunset was muted, technicolor not properly rendered. a crow lands on a wire at my old school.kids count Mississippi and run the playground I walk past Maya's Hair Salon, where I cracked the window when I was 14.I throw a frisbee on the Odom's roofbecause they asked me to.They're artists you see,O,H,N.that's what the frisbees jumble. and the backyards of birds stir, but I cannot see them.